Whereas the skeletons arrive to stack, True turns the sheath string of the knife with his mouth, pulls over his upper body, and pushes the switch on the shoulder belt of the landscape.
A rocket engine attached to the bottom of the landscape was activated and a true body rose.
"Seriously...?"
Seeing the sight, Midori the boulder was also stunned. A true body flew vertically in a bullet-like momentum, pushing through a group of skeletons.
Its body was bone-stained and bloody everywhere, but in an instant it slipped through a group of skeletons and rushed straight into Midori.
Midori swerves down its rocket dive as she falls apart.
Even though he really stopped the rocket engine on the way, momentum blows him close to the wall and rolls him off to the floor.
Without missing that opportunity, Midori regains her position, makes a fierce dash and approaches, turning her true head and paying her sword.
Truth was, as he rose up, he took the attack with his sword at his leisure.
(over)
Before Midori shrugged without speaking to him, and waved the sword further, Truly, he nodded his upper body and put his face closer to Midori's face, and sprayed what was in his mouth with Midori's face.
"Poison fog!
Tired of gripping his fist hard and screaming. Sachiko also sees the sight from between the bones and flashes. Midori's face is filled with green liquid, and Midori meditates her eyes.
(I thought I would definitely do this. You really like prowlers)
Besides, I was quite excited that it had been decided brilliantly.
"Wow."
For the second time today, Midori's expression distorted and a playful scream arose, along with eye pain and blockage of vision. At the next moment, the face became distorted into another form in another sense.
A true poke was hitting Midori's throat precisely.
Peel off your white eyes and Midori falls. The surgery is solved, and all the skeletons disappear.
"There's a battle..."
With an uninterrupted face, Sachiko groaned. I felt like I was watching the farce until the end.
"Wow...... I really knocked him out. There was a difference in power between the dragon and Mijinko..."
But the impression of tiredness was different. I was trembling with excitement, joy and war when I saw the result that a truth without superordinary power defeated Midori, a superior being with power beyond intelligence. And he was proud of the truth and relieved that he was not seriously injured.
"By the way, what was that hairball? What did it do?
Sachiko asks tirelessly.
"Hair is just fake...... it is. I've been attacking my senses many times, so think I'll be on my guard..."
The more exhausting the answer, the more fortunate child snorts. It didn't seem to do much good though.
"Ma-ji, is that you...? Phew Phew Phew"
Midori quickly regained consciousness and stood up coughing with her hands on her throat. I had admitted my defeat.
I wasn't clear about the rules of the game, but I was unconscious, albeit for a short time. Besides, if the last attack wasn't caused by a knife with the sheath still in place, he's dead. Nothing but a loss. I had admitted that defeat, but at the same time I couldn't believe it.
True exhaustion, nestled in full bloodshed, approaches and tries to take care of it.
"Not yet. I'll leave that for the first round. Let's go with the second round now."
"Is...?
Tired opens his mouth gently, as the truth took control with his hands and pronounced a dialogue that did not come close to his thoughts.
"Even this guy doesn't feel convinced of his defeat right now. If you lose again, you'll be completely convinced."
True to erect a sword that remains stuck in the sheath as I say it. Tired, fortunate, and miserable, they had lost their words, and they had hardened.
It's like winning now and using a means like scattered shark hands to even flinch your opponent to create a gap, and still being worn out, you finally win. The battle was indeed won by the truth, but the actual difference in strength between the two is unmistakable.
In the meantime, it is at the earliest possible level of suspicion of sanity, such as saying we will compete again.
Midori rebuilds his sword, even as he shrugged. I was thinking of slamming him down fast, but I'm on alert once and for all that there may still be some kind of real trump card.
Truth suddenly feels a strong sense of prescience as he sets up his sword with full creativity and confronts Midori.
(this feeling...... this sight...... remember seeing it somewhere back in the day?
A long time ago, so long ago that I can't remember, I remember seeing it. That's not all. I felt like I could see myself for a moment, not from my point of view, but from others.
"You have the power I haven't used yet. Use it all, too. It's not enough if we don't defeat you."
I can't help but think about what Dejav means, so I concentrate on Midori in front of me.
"Just like tired, take a peek at my heart and put on some illusion or whatever. Let me see if it's a nightmare or anything. Except - when you peek into my heart and you know everything about it, it's all over. That's the curtain. You'll be mine."
"Huh?"
It was a mockery, but it didn't even seem like the truth was telling the truth. I do see a light of certainty in my big eyes. I feel like I'm up to something and provoking.
"Use it. The ability and the ability to get into your people's minds. Do the same thing to me as tired. I'll try to break it. [M] Otherwise, it can't be a complete victory."
(Not enough means it's not enough with the nuance that you won?
Midori is suspicious of the word. Midori's intuition made me feel something different. But it also turns out if you look into your true heart in response to a true provocation.
There was a lot of catching on to this boy from the beginning. I saw a purpose other than tired hatred. But I don't know what that is.
"Heh, you've provoked so much. You're not ready. - Hey."
Laughing invincibly, Midori casts a short spell to create a schizophrenic body. It's Shizuno's art to this point. But not beyond. Unlike witchcraft, Midori's soul is equipped with abilities.
Midori infiltrated the schizophrenic into the true spirit. To know everything that's true. Above all, to know what the true purpose is.